Kipper

I was walking down the street in my hometown of fresville, Vermont. I always enjoyed walking uptown to cash in my chore allowance. Then, as I was walking down chuck street, I noticed a little furry shadow. I walked In between the two brick buildings to see a dirty black puppy, shaking by a trash can. I walked close and picked her up. She looked me in the eyes and let out a soft whimper. Then, I started walking home to show my mom. I was getting excited, wondering if this could be my new pet! When we got home, my mom was very surprised. But, she decided to call a pet trainer to make sure she was safe and tamed. I decided to call her kipper! When the trainer got here, I had to leave for soccer practice with my mom. We were gone for two hours. When we got back, we called for jan, the trainer, and heard no reply. So we walked around the house, and I stopped in front of the bathroom, only to see jan dead, kipper on her chest, and a trail of foam circling them.

By Laura Clifford